GLASTONBURY… it’s the most capitalistic event of the summer.
At £238 a ticket, you have to make your own way there, buy mass-produced tents from the biggest retailers and then put them up in a pop-up city of 150,000. You spend a weeks wage on food, supplies, over-priced alcohol.
Then you go to watch the bands earning a small fortune, paying their staff, marketers, agents and managers, their entourage the list goes on!
They profit from a market providing competition within charts, sales and streaming. Only the best of the best perform at Glastonbury and then to represent all of this, they bring out socialist hero, Jeremy Corbyn.
OHHHH JEREMY CORBYN ! as they chanted at the silent disco, is the champion of free stuff, of socialism – his hero is most probably Lenin and he just lost the election.
His predecessors all resigned after getting similar results to Jeremy Corbyn, but this guy? He goes and addresses crowds of drunk, intoxicated yoofs with man buns and blue hair on the pyramid stage.
This man is the running British joke.